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When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,

Ancient footprints are everywhere.

You can almost think that you're seein' double

On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs.



Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,

Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.

She promised that she'd be right there with me

When I paint my masterpiece.



Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,

Dodging lions and wastin' time.

Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle,

I could hardly stand to see 'em,

Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb.



Train wheels runnin' thru the back of my memory,

When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody,

When I paint my masterpiece.



Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola,

Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!



I left Rome and landed in Brussels,

On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,

Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.



Newspapermen eating candy

Had to be held down by big police.

Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent

When I paint my masterpiece

Grateful Dead

When I Paint My Masterpiece / Grateful Dead

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